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Old 11-25-2012, 12:15 PM   #76
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It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.

Wendell Barry



Yup one last bfast at my and I believe our Fav joint... some hugs and contact info of the EklecticGirls swapped and we three musketeers ride off on our own paths.

Gonna havta ride on slabs now from here to Cali... but it's all good really since I'm gonna ride through Arches, Bryce Canyon, Zion and Cedar Breaks National Parks as I go West. Don't really have a hard set plan I just pick the twistiest roads through the most elevation changes in the remotest places as I go.

Winds are HOWLING as we all go West...









Later I hear that the wind is a bit much and Esther pulls in for the day... yup it was blowing!

As I get into the Canyons near Capital Reef I get a bit of a respite...

Soaking it in...

Beautiful stuff...

Old cabins along the way...





Just zoom'n down the road...

Things greening up a bit...





Many different terrain and climatic/geographic zones I pass through today...

I enter the Anasazi Village site and museum, where I see a KLR in front of someones camper/home...


"The Anasazi existed from the time of Christ to about A.D. 1300, when the Atlantic Current beban to slow down (historically, the Little Ice Age began in 1300 and continued until 1850), and their area of influence mostly centered in the Four Corners. They created buildings, and incredible science is embedded in the location and placement of their sacred sites, as well as their use of sacred geometric patterns. Their recently discovered story has been told in a documentry film, narrated by Robert Redford, called The Mystery of Chaco Canyon, which describes how the Anasazi were functioning scientifically on a level similar to the ancient Egyptians.
The Anasazi were not barbaric human beings, they were civilized people who understood a reality that would look like science fiction to us. (-This is a reality I am exploring at this time in my life...JJ-) The other worlds, the other dimensions, were reality for them, and they knew how to move within them (at least to a limited degree).
The universe that we see with the stars and planets is defined as the third (major) dimension within the twelve major dimensions. So the Earth is within the third dimension, but within and around the Earth and the entire universe are twelve overtones of the third dimension. Although you cannot see these third-dimension overtones, they are worlds that heve been known and experienced by shamans, medicine men and women, and the Assended Masters for thousands of years.
If a person were to enter an overtone of the of the Earths third dimension, or any other dimension, he or she would dissapear from view here on Earth and reappear in another world. This is not easy to do without great knowledge.
The ancient Anasazi, out of desperation did move from the third dimension of the Earth into an overtone of the Earth. The problem was that because they were moving backwards in consciousness in making this movement, it was akin to suicide, and they became trapped, unable to move out of this lower overtone world.
Let me tell you something of their nature; maybe you will feel the compassion I have for them. Their life span from birth to death was usually only about eighteen or nineteen years. if an Anasazi lived to be twenty-five, he or she was a very old person. A female would usually have her first child at least by twelve or thirteen, only to die within five or six years. This meant that children had to be on their own and able to survive very earl in life.
So even though they had an astounding understanding of the Reality, they lacked the wisdom that age brings. This is what I feel after having experienced the Anasazi on these other levels in my meditations many years ago."
From Drunvalo Melchizedek "Serpent of Light: Beyond 2012"



So as I sped through this land I was letting the energies soak into me and just taking it all in. Wondering and hoping to learn even a spec of the Truth that exist in the universe.
The views were great and the turns keeping me excited as I ride, winds still howling and lotsa dust in the distance.

























Abandoned memories near Bryce Canyon Airport....



I pull into Fosters Family Restuarant for Salmon, soup and pie... aaah! And also flirt with/share love with the pretty waitress.


You may notice that there are a few less pics of the Puuurrty Giirls than my last RR... it's because I'm just kind of observing things more on this ride and though I do interact and smile/flirt/love. I feel that I don't want to break up the moment as much as I did last year, just kind of let the mood and energy flow during the conversation without saying "hey I'm doing this report and take pretty girl pics" Don't get me wrong there will be lotsa Puurrty Giiirl pics in the coming months... but I just kinda let it happen when it feels right.
By the way the food was GREAT!

Onward...









Solar powered flashing Deer warning sign...






A Detour gets me unexpectedly into Cedar Breaks National Monument yeehaa and WOW just spectacular my pictures do not do this place justice...













Then its back west into the sunset...



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Old 11-25-2012, 07:41 PM   #77
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Heading down the Extraterrestrial Highway......

I believe I've said it before... maybe in last years R/R. That the reason so many of us riders and most all people who travel/tour find ourselves in such a blissfull state during our trips. Is because it causes... almost forces us to be in the moment.... to be present. No worries of daily life, no regretting of the past, no worries of the immediate or far off future... which are really and mostly just self made concoctions of our minds.
We breathe deep in every moment, smilingly greet everyone we meet, laugh and joke light heartedly while embracing every person, mountain, tree, brook and sunset that we are fortunate enough to feel.
Our meandering allows us to be the real us... the best we can be, sparkling reflections of life itself. We sense our own presence in these people and places we cross paths with, without even realizing it.
We feel Joyful and Free!


I'll add a poem from Kabir, the wild poet of fifteenth-century India, who has his way of framing the calling of presence, and how easily it can escape us:

Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think... and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time before death.

If you don't break your ropes while you are alive,
do you think
ghost will do it after?

The idea the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten-
that is all fantasy.

What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of
Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will
have the face of satisfied desire.

So plunge into truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!

Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the guest that
does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

Kabir



I roll onward just picking my way toward northern California and taking in all the sights.

A young girl playing near a lake...



A twisty ride off the mountain tops...

Once again facing the setting sun...

Before I know it It's dark and I'm in Caliente, NV on Hwy 93.
Caliente was founded in 1901 on Culverwell Ranch (or just Culverwell), built on land owned by William and Charles Culverwell. The town was initially given the name of Calientes, due to the hot springs present in the area, but later in the year a post office was erected and workers removed the "s" from the name of the town. In 1905, the Union Pacific railroad was completed, followed by the construction of the train depot in the style of Spanish mission architecture. The train depot, built in 1923, is now a museum that exhibits historical information. The town once reached a peak of over 5,000 residents, but its population continually declined.

I see the old Train Staion... beautiful... now a Museum.

On a back street some really nice Christmas lights in June...

The first shot turned out like this... I like it!


Since my lens was clean... and there was nothing in the air.... I can only feel that it was energy.

I see the J&J Fast Food restuarant, laugh to myself and ride out of town...


Soon I come to the sign I had totally forgotten about...

My very very good friend and Best Man at our wedding, Jim Brannon had just last year told me about a CRAZY night and day, broke down out here when he and his wife Paula had moved back to Oregon from Florida a few years back.




Extraterrestrial Highway (Hwy 375)





Nevada State Highway 375 stretches for 98 miles from US-93 in the southeast to US-6 in the northwest. It crosses three large high desert valleys in south central Nevada: Tikaboo Valley, Sand Spring Valley and Railroad Valley. Except for a couple of ranches, the town of Rachel is the only settlement along the way.
In April 1996 Nevada State Highway 375 was officially named the Extraterrestrial Highway for the many UFO sightings along this lonely stretch of road. The highway is close to the mysterious Area 51, a super-secret Air Force test facility, and in the 1980's and 1990's there have been many sightings of unidentified objects near the base. Even today visitors and locals alike often see strange lights in the night-sky while driving down the highway.
The E.T. Highway can easily be visited in a day-trip from Las Vegas. Or make it a two-day round trip, coming up on US-93, then travelling the full length of the E.T. Highway from Crystal Springs via Rachel to Warm Springs, and return to Las Vegas via Tonopah and US-95. This will give you the opportunity to explore some of the nearby places of interest on the way. And if you stay overnight at the Little A'Le'Inn in Rachel, or camp nearby, you get to see the most amazing night sky, far away from the light-pollution of the cities. Please see our maps section for maps and driving directions.
The E.T. Highway is also the fastest connection between Yosemite National Park in the west and Zion National Park and Grand Canyon in the east. This brings many visitors here, especially during the summer months, and reservations are highly recommended if you are planning to stay at the Little A'Le'Inn or in one of the two trailer parks with full hookup.
Please note that most of the E.T. Highway is open range. This means that there is a good chance that you will see some cows crossing the highway, or standing in the road. At night the cows are very hard to see, and there have been several serious accidents with vehicles hitting cows. Please adjust your speed at night.

I wondered what I might find out here for myself, on this Beautiful Full Moonlit night....

I decide I'm a little tired and hungry so I pull off onto the shoulder and park Desiree'. After a moment I think to myself "hmmm ya know no ones gonna be coming down this road AT ALL tonight"! So I pull her back out and park her crosswise in the middle of the ET Highway.
Then I lay down smack dab in the middle of this road... take a toke of medicine, let it soak in for a few moments, sip on my thermos of hot coffee/cocoa and eat some snacks I picked up back in Cedar City, while staring back and up at the Moon in all her Glory...

I'm at peace just laying here hardly a sound but my Sister the Wind, and a few cows bawling off in the distance...

I decide to try and capture the essence of the night with my girl Desiree' framed by the moon and stars...

And then her being lit up by the moon light...


After I fully relax, I get suited back up and ride on up Hwy 375 toward the Junction of Hwy 6 which heads pretty much due west to Tonapah. As 375 starts to go basically due north I check the GPS/Montana for a cut off road over to 6 which will save me some miles. I'm a bit close on fuel after spacing off fuel in Caliente I guess (anyhow can't quite remember) and the cutoff would be nice!
I see Back Gate road and head off to the West.... the temps are now down around 38F. I turn on the heated grips and go about 13mi out branching off onto some different roads as I go... moonlight keeping everything in an eerie (in a good way) glow. After a fw miles it turns to dirt.. aaah this is nice, I keep a watch out for critters as a few have darted out in front of me, which almost always happens on Full Moon nights.
As I ride along on this cut off, something starts to not feeling right??? I double check the Montana and all is well... hmmmm damn!
Nope something just isn't right. Shit ok.... 13mi into this little adventure now, and by the time I retrace my steps I will have burned 26mi worth of my presious gazzzz.

Doesn't matter, it just isn't right!?! Sooo I turn her around and head back for the main road. Stop at the Y, take a piss, drink the last of my thermos put on my rain gear as a windbreak and head north into the night.

About 17.5mi from the intersection of Hwy 6 Just south of Twin Springs Ranch Rd, I see something odd over on the left shoulder... colored lights... what the?

This shot from beyond the object after I pulled over into the ditch...

It's a small car rolled over on it's driver side door, bellypan facing south the way I was coming and the way he was going. I jump off the bike and yell "Hey anyone in there"? (I don't know how but I knew whoever was in this crash was still in the car and it was fresh)

"Yea" comes the reply...

"You alright"?

"Yea I'm ok" with a slow drawl...

"OK let me see what I can do for you" I climb up on the top which is the passenger side door, about 5ft up, and open the door against its own weight it's a good bit HEAVY!
I've crashed lotsa cars... lots, so this is pretty familar territory for me. I look down and he's still buckled in and jammed against the door. If I hadn't came by he may have suffered from some hypothermia before morning and before anyone else were to come by, since he was just wearing a tee-shirt and absolutely could NOT move on his own accord!
He was a good 300lbs and not an ounce less... maybe 360lbs since he wasn't a short guy at all. Funnny thing is he tells me he has just lost 96lbs!!! Damn... I think to myself, this would have been a whole lot harder if you were still that heavy, old buddy!

He had fallen asleep and rolled her a couple times on the southbound side. I have done this a couple times myself but knock on wood saved everyone I'd fallen asleep during... just wrecked the ones where I was being a maniac or drunk. I told him to keep that little fact to himself and just say he swerved for a critter. I'm all about the Truth, but this is a delicate spot where his livelihood is at stake. He said this was weird because he used to drive a wrecker and was usually the one winching other peoples rigs outta the ditch, now he's an escort driver for Semi's.

I get him unbuckled and help pry his legs free, then clear away broken glass and debri to try and help him up. This is a work out especially now that his adrenaline has faded... finally we get him standing up and all the while holding the door open I try to pull him, help him find hand and foot holds on the dash, and coax him to climb out onto the quarter panel.
This isn't working out so good as I can't pull as well as I'd like, so I reef the hell out of the door to rip it out of the way. Then jump in where I can push on him and direct his foot placement with my hands. This works and soon he's on the side or roof as it feels.
Now to get him off the 5ft cliff the car represents... it takes all of 10min to convince him of the safety and do ability of this little trick.

He finally trust me and I get down below to push against him while again helping him place his feet. After a couple more minutes he's down and sitting on some of his gear on the other side of the car, where I took the above picture.
I go back in to get him warm clothes, some gloves to wear and a couple bottles of water. In the debri field I see a gas can... hmm I could use some of that, he says as an escort driver he always carries extra fuel. Though this can's empty, inside I'll find another with about 3 gallons in it, I explain that after my little detour I'm really low on fuel, like fumes, and I could use some to get to Tonapah for help.
He moans about the cost of fuel and I think what... after I just pulled your as... (Hahaha just kidding I had to throw that in there!^)- )

So after double checking he'd be ok and warm, I head the 70mi to Tonapah to find some help. It takes a while to find a Sherrif if he was one... may have been a 911 phone guy? Had a side arm and came out of the Sherrifs office look'n kinda suspicious of me, ooh well...
I told him the exact location of John and that he'd swerved to miss an Antelope, and that he was ok no ambulance needed.. BUT better hurry do to the low temps and such.

I then got myself a cheap Motel for the remainder of the night, took another toke and lay down thinking to myself... there ya have it Ol' buddy... your own Extrateeeerestriaaaal Highway story!

And that's the END of the story... at least for today!

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Old 11-25-2012, 07:44 PM   #78
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I like this photo. That river down there looks so tiny, the colors are so vibrant and all the texture makes me want to keep looking at it.
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Good read Jim, hope all is well. Looking forward to the rest of the report. Jim
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I like this photo. That river down there looks so tiny, the colors are so vibrant and all the texture makes me want to keep looking at it.
Yes it was really amazing in person...

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Good read Jim, hope all is well. Looking forward to the rest of the report. Jim
Thank you Jim... be heading to Tennesee till mid next week then I'll get back to it.. lotsa craziness to go!
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Love that ET story Jim. We should all be more attuned to our instincts!
Luck and keep on.
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It's great that you stopped and helped that guy. Most people would just mentally tag it as "somebody else's problem" and at best call the authorities to clean it up, which probably wouldn't have been as pleasant for anyone involved.

Good karma!
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Love that ET story Jim. We should all be more attuned to our instincts!
Luck and keep on.
Thanx man... was as fun for me to help and tell about it probably was for him to be helped.

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It's great that you stopped and helped that guy. Most people would just mentally tag it as "somebody else's problem" and at best call the authorities to clean it up, which probably wouldn't have been as pleasant for anyone involved.

Good karma!
Yup yup... how ya doin' Fey? I'm down in Nashville now at an Awakening the Illuminated Heart Workshop, be back to the story soon.
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Yup yup... how ya doin' Fey? I'm down in Nashville now at an Awakening the Illuminated Heart Workshop, be back to the story soon.
In stasis, trying not to go nuts by being stuck in one place, but I can't really venture forth before I'm sure my wrist is mended. Stasis all around, my family has a lot of static habits, everything has to be just-so and I am much more chaotic.

Sounds interesting. I'd read Drunvalo's Flower of Life books long ago. Learning a lot at the workshop?
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In stasis, trying not to go nuts by being stuck in one place, but I can't really venture forth before I'm sure my wrist is mended. Stasis all around, my family has a lot of static habits, everything has to be just-so and I am much more chaotic.

Sounds interesting. I'd read Drunvalo's Flower of Life books long ago. Learning a lot at the workshop?
I understand the coming to peace with the being in one place for longer than your accustomed to... should do you good.
And yes taking my level of Consciousness a bit further....
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Day 23.......

I wake feeling pretty refreshed and Meet a guy who had also holed up here for the night. (I forgot to write his name down or get a pic of the bike) He was riding a cruiser from Texas to the Hells Canyon Rally in Baker City Oregon. Since the temps were in the upper 30's as we spoke and the forseeable forecast was rainy and COLD during the Rally... he was turning it southbound and skipping out on the event.
I laughed and told him of some of the conditions I had rode in last year and that I would be rolling through Baker City in a week or so but just after the Rally. Funny how different our comfort zones can be reguarding weather, speed, etc... I was planning to hit the Hells Canyon Gathering at the Log Cabin RV park in Enterprise a little later in the month. Adventure types more sooo than cruisers, more my style, though we can also debate the relative nature of an adventure cant we... anyway.


I wondered how John had made out getting a ride to his home from the crash situation and pointed Desiree' to the West...

Wonderful blue skies greet me on the Veterans Memorial Highway...



I start to see more history of our past.... someones past anyway.





Then I see this.... a Boat in the middle of the Desert!

I HAVE to stop... I still need breakfast anyway, since nothing back in Tonapah really rung my bell.

I AM really losing it because this sweety and I had a good chat... but!?! I don't have her name in my note pad. Only that the Boat Restaurant is in Mina Nevada, and that the 'ol boy (Bob) had switched from Cattle Ranching to raising Lobsters... until... she told me, the Fish and Game shut him down:/
Some bacon and eggs with two other gals...















A before and after pic of his operation and run in with F&G...


Needless to say.. it was an interesting conversation and I learned something new again today!
The actual boat portion...




I get done eating, donate to the Mina Christmas light fund and decide to roll on down the road just as two more Ol' boys stop by for some grub...


More playful clouds, old buildings and roads... leading off to, who knows where....


I get near Hawthorne and notice these funny bunker mounds surrounding the Army Depot there hmmmm...


Turns out they're Ammunition Bunkers...

"Hawthorne Army Depot (HWAD) is a U.S. Army ammunition storage depot located near the town of Hawthorne in western Nevada in the United States. It is directly south of Walker Lake. The depot covers 147,000 acres (59,000 ha) or 226 sq. mi. and has 600,000 square feet (56,000 m2) storage space in 2,427 bunkers. HWAD claims to be the "Worlds Largest Depot" and is divided into three ammunition storage and production areas, plus an industrial area housing command headquarters, facilities engineering shops, etc."






Well that explains that...

I get a bit outta town and notice a dirt cut off called Lucky Boy Pass Rd... man if that's not my middle name! It runs over the Mountains to Bridgeport, CA (My goal for the night) Hmmm ok I better go back to town and find a place to do a tire swap. My rear 606 is getting pretty bare after 2500mi (it could have went another 200mi on the street, but I didn't wanna risk punctures in the dirt) and I'll rotate the front around the other way too (I've learned that by rotating the front at about the time the rear is toast will double it's life!!!) I now get 4-6,000mi out of my front knobbies!

You can see how lizzard backed they get at this point. (if you don't rotate the tire will be shot in another 500mi.) You can also see how much I've slabbed it down from Lewiston without any twisties as the nipples are still on the outter knobs!
This will change before my return to lewiston... I'll post a pic at the top of the Rattlesnake grade nearing Waynes place after thrashing this thing in the Central and Northern Cali as well as Oregon twisties!
I find a station with air (will save me from alotta hand pumping) and a shaded side out of all the blowing sand...

First chance to use my new TrailStand from Steve out on the road...

SIMPLY excellent tool that only weighs 9.7oz!!! Link here: http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=538235

Up pulls a "special guy" on a bicycle who when I ask, tells me his name is Norton Lee... I tell him that's my middle name too and procced to explain to him in great detail, every move I'm making as though I'm sure he'll be doing a tire swap in the near future. He just sits cross legged and nods approvingly at me.... I wish I would have taken his picture:/ I get the rear done in 40minutes the front in 20... buuut the valve stem gets pulled sooo off comes the front again and in goes a new tube. At this point Norton quitely gets on his bike and rides away.... I just gaze at him and admire the kindness, gentleness, lack of ego, and all the other attributes I have to make sure to express. They seem to come soo very naturally to all people who are indeed Special.
Then up pulls a nice puurrty Native girl in a pickup.... She owns a barber shop in town and says to stop by the shop when I'm in town again. I ask her if there's a tire store in town where I can get rid of my tire.. she just smiles and says here give it to me, I'll take care of it! I try to hand her some cash but she's having none of that... then she ask if I met Norton Lee, and if he had called me Cooky??? I said nope.... she was puzzled... and then we talked of the dirt road I was about to take to Bridgeport.

I get on the bike and glance at my watch... perfect!


Lucky Boy Pass Rd is a nice wide FAST sand track...

With some nice views up top...

Then another basin... this is highspeed stuff fer sure.





The sun is starting its descent and I see a small farm at the end of this straight...





Nice remote place....

Then the track follows the flow, I see cattle grazing and a nice little valley...



I see this Memorial on the far side of the pull off...

I kneel, give my silent prayers, think deeply to myself and ride on...

I pop out on Sweet Water road just north of the Bridgeport Reservoir and take in the history and a guy Trout Fishing...



ABSOLUTELY stunning Seirra Nevada Mtns behind him..... and the East Walker River engulfing him... both surrounding him you could say.


Then it's in to Bridgeport to find a camp... Reason I wanna stay here is that I was raised in Bridgeport... Bridgeport Washington that is. I must have driven by this place many times as a kid taking Hwy 395 South to see relatives, but I can't remember this town???
The reservoir...

And a campsite at the Bridgeport Reservoir RV park and Marina...

By the time I get done pitching camp and taliking with Jeffrey Wenger the owner it's near dark. I take a gamble and go into the Rhino Bar and Grill...

There are two puurty waitresses and a great steak to be had! The truck driver to my right is also good for an hour of unprecidented talk of all things Spirit! Having been seriously Southern Babtist all his life and still is kinda... He agreed with my overall take on spirit and the fundemental dropping of the ball in reguards to organized religion. He had a couple good church stories to tell about walking out of a congregation etc... As with most of this report up to this point, I do not get the his name, or the puurty girls names and pictures, was just taking it all in?!?
As I'm talking about maybe changing my occupation to guiding, he points out that if she can do it.. you can too! Refering to Samantha Virks post card which the barkeep slides down to me, autographed to the owner Cole.



Hmmm I deffinately don't have her body... buuut I'd say I probaly have her covered in total skill sets and gift of gab:)

Next morning it's more b.s. and good bye to the Jeffrey ...
He's a super nice guy and REALLY energized to make anyones stay here, the BEST it can be!
Link: http://www.bridgeportreservoir.com/index.htm



Up into the Mountains and to suprise Jessica sometime later today od tomorrow.

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We hit up a Cabelas and I splurge on the new Montana 650... while waiting for them to open we meet none other than a Super Fine Dude.... Merlyn Townley...

We instantly connect on a spiritual level and long talk insues..... he shows me a picture of Sai Baba who is looking THROUGH the pigeon.
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Small frickin' world, I've known Merlyn since 95' when we traveled from Somerville, MA to the NORBA national finals in Conyers, GA together. Great ride report!
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We hit up a Cabelas and I splurge on the new Montana 650... while waiting for them to open we meet none other than a Super Fine Dude.... Merlyn Townley...

We instantly connect on a spiritual level and long talk insues..... he shows me a picture of Sai Baba who is looking THROUGH the pigeon.

Small frickin' world, I've known Merlyn since 95' when we traveled from Somerville, MA to the NORBA national finals in Conyers, GA together. Great ride report!
Hey D_W_T... yea buddy GREAT guy! Next time I'm down his way I'm gonna swing by and visit, just put a Dropper seat post on my Specialized Enduro and a new set of I-9 hubs w/Stans wheels. Probably shoulda had Merlyn lace me up a set, simply spaced it off... was just down in Eastern Tenn, Western NC last week and TOTALLY forgot about hitt'n him up next time fur sure! Thanx for riding along and chiming in... I'm Waaaaay behind here at only the 26th day out of a 5 month ride, soo I guess I best get to posting it up!
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With Bridgeport in my Rearview I head toward San Andreas via some nice Twisty Seirra Mtn roads on rt 108 going over Sonora Pass at 9628ft. This is just North of Yosemite National Park..... FUN!


I pass some Forest Service workers? on horseback...


Nope they're Soldiers from the U.S. Marines Mountain Warfare Training Center located right here.


More meadows before entering the Toiyabe National Forest...










As I near the Summit... what do I see???


Two Maidens, one in her nightgown playing in the snow... I turn back... inquire... intoduce myself... then ride on, thinking this is a nice waaay to start my day.


A nice sharp right hander at the end of this straight... followed by a whole valley of turns.








As I descend back onto the valley floor and before Sonora, I stop in Mi-Wuk Village at the Pine Cone for some coffee and a snack. I'm initially thinking I'm on a Reservation, but the name is maybe just from the past. Cool guys and a girl working here and more good conversation follows.....


I must have snapped this thinking of the river I grew up on...?


Then across New Melones Lake near Angels Camp (not a bad place to hang out eh). On that bridge below is where I passes a string of 6 bikes doing their thing... which is moving a bit slower than me, when i'm doing my thing.


The rich fertile soil of the Sacremento Valley near Lodi...


Vineyards near Napa...


The beautiful courtyard in Sonoma...


As I ride through... I pass two hot springs (should have stopped!!! ) and the Jack London Museum. More back twisties as I try to take the most remote back roads ( as much as North central Cali will allow) over to Sabastopol.




Then I pop into the Funk and Flash where Jess works... it's a cool little shop fer suuure. I didn't have too much of an idea what it would be like sooo I just kinda soak it in.


Accidently stopped the first vid short so here's the rest...


I'm here just before she closes up shop, so I wait a bit and we go across the street for dinner. Then a couple drinks and time to catch up on things since last summer..... She tells me she has some Maori dance classes down near the bay in Concord, sooo we'll take a road trip down that way tomorrow.


Māori people

Not to be confused with Maouri people.
For the Māori people of the Cook Islands, see Cook Islanders.
The Māori (Māori pronunciation: [ˈmaːɔɾi], English: /ˈmaʊəri/)[6] are the indigenous Polynesian people of New Zealand. The Māori originated with settlers from eastern Polynesia, who arrived in New Zealand in several waves of canoe voyages at some time between 1250 and 1300 CE.[7][8] Over several centuries in isolation, the Polynesian settlers developed a unique culture that became known as the "Māori", with their own language, a rich mythology, distinctive crafts and performing arts. Early Māori formed tribal groups, based on eastern Polynesian social customs and organisation. Horticulture flourished using plants they introduced, and later a prominent warrior culture emerged.
The arrival of Europeans to New Zealand starting from the 17th century brought enormous change to the Māori way of life. Māori people gradually adopted many aspects of Western society and culture. Initial relations between Māori and Europeans were largely amicable, and with the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840 the two cultures coexisted as part of a new British colony. Rising tensions over disputed land sales led to conflict in the 1860s. Social upheaval, decades of conflict and epidemics of introduced disease took a devastating toll on the Māori population, which went into a dramatic decline. But by the start of the 20th century the Māori population had begun to recover, and efforts were made to increase their standing in wider New Zealand society. Traditional Māori culture has enjoyed a revival, and a protest movement emerged in the 1960s advocating Māori issues.
In the 2006 census, there were an estimated 620,000 Māori in New Zealand, making up roughly 15% of the national population. They are the second-largest ethnic group in New Zealand, after European New Zealanders ("Pākehā"). In addition there are over 120,000 Māori living in Australia. The Māori language (known as Te Reo Māori) is spoken to some extent by about a quarter of all Māori, and 4% of the total population, although many New Zealanders regularly use Māori words and expressions, such as "kia ora", in normal speech. Māori are active in all spheres of New Zealand culture and society, with independent representation in areas such as media, politics and sport.
Disproportionate numbers of Māori face significant economic and social obstacles, with lower life expectancies and incomes compared with other New Zealand ethnic groups, in addition to higher levels of crime, health problems and educational under-achievement. Socioeconomic initiatives have been implemented aimed at closing the gap between Māori and other New Zealanders. Political redress for historical grievances is also ongoing.

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Down to the Bay....

We get around... oil the chains and head for the East West for some tea, smoothies, coffee etc......












Then on over to Nick's Cove on Tomales Bay where we had an incredible lunch last year.




Shortly after this we take point Reyes Petaluma Rd off the PCH toward Necasio and another great place to eat/get a drink.
This road as well as most that cross the Coastal Mt range are TWISTY and FUN!

I go on ahead of Jess figuring I'll wait up at the next cross roads etc...

I end up looping back to meet her a bit sooner than I'd thot! haha I was crank'n about 70mph when I came up on a left hander that was tighter than I had remembered considering this much speed The back end starts to walk out so I chop the throttle a second... then back in it... it slides again... I chop it and brake... then back in it a bit just riding it out... then it slides again while I chop it and brake hard for the last time!

When I'm done I have saved it, but only a few inches away from the very edge of the road, with a slight bank and barbed wire waiting for me below.

This pic shows how far my tires were apart during this third and last slide... Mind you this isn't a slide to a stop, I'm still doin' at least 50mph when I end the slide, get her straightened out, and head for the next turn!






Man you can clearly see the front 606's knobby prints in that last pic... needless to say my adrenaline was about maxed and after hooking back up with Jess, I rode at a MUCH more conservative pace the rest of the day LOL!!!



I think we both have eaten more today than either of us had eaten all year jeesh, haha!


Ooooh boy fist time back in a city for a while...






We find the John Muir Home and stop in...




The night ends at the best Sushi resuarant either of us has ever eaten at...




Then we're off to find a camp for the night...

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